and no one knows, but with you
i see hope again.
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VALENTINA
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"Thank you, so much, Enzo." I said, sitting down on the couch next to him, as he handed Alejandro to me.
This man had been such a help. And he did everything he could to make me comfortable, no words can describe how much I appreciate him. He came over, with food, and offered to take care of my baby, so I could finally shower.
"Don't thank me, please. I'm just doing what any decent person would." he answered honestly, leaning back on the couch.
"Still. I genuinely appreciate you so much. Not many people would do all that you've done, and it's helped me so much. Being a single mother is tough, especially on days like these, when he starts screaming the second I put him down, you know?" I spoke, gently rubbing my forehead.
"I'm more than happy to help you, Valentina. You can always call me, no matter what time it is, you can always call me for help, alright?" he said, resting his palm on my cheek.
I nodded slightly, pressing my hand against his, enjoying the warmth of his hand. It feels somewhat weird...to be so intimate with someone. But...Enzo makes me feel so amazing. He makes me feel like everything will eventually be okay. And I...I don't know if it's too early to tell but I might have a tiny crush on him.
Do adults even have crushes?
"What's going through your pretty mind right now, bella?" he smirked, tilting his head.
"Nothing." I mumbled, a blush creeping up my cheeks. I feel like a teenage girl with the way I'm acting.
Alejandro was peacefully asleep, so I decided to get up, and take him to my room and set him in his crib, setting the baby monitors camera in the corner, and then I went back to the living room. I set the screen on the coffee table, and it'll light up the second there's any sound or movement.
"Enzo, tell me more about yourself." I smiled, sitting down next to him on the couch.
"Well, amore mio, what would you like to know?" he smirked, turning his body towards me.
Everything he did was so attractive.
"Tell me about your biggest dream. And your worst fear. Tell me how you spent your childhood, what's your favorite food, color, song, anything. I want to know everything." I answered, turning towards him and sitting criss-cross applesauce.
"My biggest dream is to have a family. My worst fear is being alone, cheesy, I know. I enjoyed my childhood, I went to a small elementary and middle school, passed with amazing grades. In high school, I joined the football team and was their star player, I got a scholarship, and I enrolled into Stanford university." he spoke, looking at me in my eyes.
"That's very impressive, Enzo. Tell me more about your family dream, please." I smiled. Enzo was an interesting man, truly.
"I want kids, at least a few. Gender doesn't matter at all; I just want them to be healthy. A wife would be great, too." he smirked, placing his hand on my knee. Is he...flirting with me?
I gulped, trying to hide my blush, "That's cute."
"Wanna know what else is cute?" he asked.
"What?" I asked, looking at him.
He placed his hand on my cheek again, "You."
My eyes widened, and I'm pretty sure I was as red as a tomato right now. The line was cheesy, but I have to admit, it was cute.
Our little moment was interrupted, as Enzos phone rang.
"Cazzo, these idiots are really pissing me off." Enzo muttered, getting up and answering his phone.
A few minutes later, Enzo came back with a pissed off look on his face.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
"These fucking idiots took one car to work, and it broke down." he chuckled dryly.
"Oh, do you have to go?" I asked, feeling a little disappointed.
He shook his head, sitting back down next to me on the couch, "No, I can just send one of my men to pick them up, I'd rather spend my time with you."
I smiled, "Do you want to watch a movie?" I love movies, I prefer them over most shows, too.
"Of course, how about you pick a film, and I'll get you a drink?" he smiled, looking at me. What did I do to deserve someone so kind and caring?
"That's perfect, thank you." I grinned, as he got up and went to the kitchen.
I decided that we were watching 'It'. I got up and went to get some blankets, so we could get warm and cozy, I also made sure Alejandro was still okay, and then made my way back to the living room, where Enzo was already seated on the couch, two cans of Coke and a bag of chips on the table.
"I also got cookies." Enzo said, showing me a packet of cookies. Where did he even find those?
I smiled at him, and sat down next to him, handing him a blanket and pulling one over myself. He leaned over, wrapping his arm around me, pulling my head to rest on his chest, almost.
"What're we watching, beautiful?" he muttered, in my ear, running his hand up and down my arm.
"We're watching It, one of my favorite horror movies. I hope you're not scared of clowns." I giggled, pressing 'play' on the movie.
"I'm not scared of clowns, clowns are scared of me, amore." he chuckled lowly, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position.
I chuckled at his comment, before relaxing and enjoying the movie. My tiredness quickly started catching up to me, I was warm and comfortable, so it was hard to try and stay awake anymore. My eyes started to droop, and soon enough, I fell into a light, comfortable sleep.
7 HOURS LATER...
I woke up to the noises coming from the baby monitor. Alejandro was awake. I checked the time, 6 AM. He slept for a full night, for the first time in ever. I realized that I was still in Enzos arms. He stayed with me. I couldn't help but smile, and just hope that he doesn't wake up as I tried to slither out of his grasp.
After a lot of effort, I was now standing up, heading to my room, to see Alejandro.
"Hi, mi vida. I hope you slept okay. Your mamá slept amazing." I grinned, picking him up as he squealed adorably. I took him to the changing table, undressed him from his little pajamas, changing his diaper, and dressing him into some day clothes. I know he was definitely hungry, so I went into the kitchen to start making some coffee, while also somehow at the same time feeding Alejandro. It was pretty easy, considering how small Alejandro really is.
"Good morning." I heard a raspy voice behind me.
I turned around, with Alejandro in my arms, "Good morning, Enzo. Did you sleep well?"
"Mhm, I slept amazing." he muttered, walking closer to me. Did I mention that his morning voice is extremely hot?
I completely forgot about the fact that I was basically standing here with a titty hanging out. Not that he even looked there, he respected me.
"I'm making some coffee." I said, pointing at the coffee machine, "What would you like for breakfast?"
"Anything you make is fine, thank you. I'm gonna go wash up." he said, pressing a kiss to my hair.
This feels, nice. I don't know. It feels like we're acting like a couple, but isn't it too soon for that? I mean, I trust him, he's been amazing to me, amazing to Alejandro, he makes sure I'm comfortable with everything that happens, and with every situation. He introduced me to his friends, made sure I was comfortable around them. He's amazing.
Alejandro seemed to be done eating, so I pulled down my shirt and rested his head on my shoulder, patting his back and rocking him up and down, until he burped.
"There you go, mi vida. Te quiero muchÃsimo." I whispered, kissing his head. (I love you so much)
I set him down in his play area, turning the little music box on, a soft lullaby playing from it. Alejandro immediately started swinging the toys, giggling.
I opened the fridge, my eyes skirting over all the shelves of it, trying to decide what on earth I'd make for breakfast. Eggs, milk, butter, bingo. French toast it is. I grabbed all the ingredients, took them to the table, grabbed some bowls and a mixing spoon. I mixed all the ingredients together, then grabbed a few slices of white bread, soaking it in the mixture before taking the slices of bread to a pan, frying them.
Once they were done, I placed them on two plates, drizzling some honey on it, and cutting a few strawberries, decorating the toast with them. I took the plates on the table, poured two cups of coffee, and grabbed some forks and knives.
"Enzo! Breakfast is ready!" I yelled in a soft voice, not wanting to startle Alejandro.
He came into the kitchen, shoving his phone in his pocket.
"Smells amazing." he smiled, taking a seat.
I smiled back at him, and we both immediately started eating, having light conversation in-between.
"I'm surprised you're up this early, honestly." I said, taking a sip of my coffee.
"It's like I have an internal alarm clock, I never sleep in. No matter how late I go to bed, I just never manage to sleep past 7. I'm usually up at 5." he explained, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "This is fucking delicious, by the way." he pointed at the toast.
I smiled, "Thank you. And I get you, on that internal clock thing. Ever since I gave birth to Alejandro, I've slept a very light sleep, even the slightest movement wakes me up." I placed down my now empty cup of coffee.
He had finished his breakfast as well, he got up, taking both of our dishes and setting them in the sink.
"As much as I enjoy spending my time with you, I have to stop by my house before I go to work. Do you need anything?" he asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"I'm good, thank you. And thank you for...being here." I smiled, standing up and grabbing Alejandro.
"I'll be busy this weekend, can I see you on Monday?" he asked, looking at me.
"My parents are visiting, but we can see eachother on Wednesday, most likely." I said, smiled.
"Wednesday? That's so far..." he whined, and I laughed at how childish he was acting. Although, it comforted me that he was just as attached as I was.
"I'll text and call you." I giggled, stood in front of him. "Now go to work, you big baby."
He grinned at me, giving me a kiss on the cheek before whispering in my ear, "I'll be waiting for your call, bella." And with that he left.
Hot mama, am I right?
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TO BE CONTINUED...